*Back in the Kitchen*
*Sanji had found Chopper and Luffy on deck with the rest of the crew, listening to Brook create a rather amusing background score to the semi-serious story Usopp was trying to weave. He had barely completed the interupted words 'Zoro's awake' before what seemed like the envitable noisy stampede was racing to the medical room to smother the swordsman in affection.
He smirked at the image that popped in his head of Zoro being given a massive group hug and comically flailling his bandaged arms and legs. Hilarious. Seeing the imaginary infurated blush of the swordsman made him grin even larger. Hilarious and kind of Adorable, a word he wouldn't dare use for the marimo in normal circumstances. *
If I had waited, I could have probably thrown my arms my arms around the idiot with the rest of the crew and it would only be a little weird. I convayed how damn pissed I was at the moron pretty well but the relief that he's okay? Well it looked like he got it but i feel like i'm brimming over with this shitty relief. I almost feel like skipping to the galley. Ridiculous!
Then again these days of waiting for Zoro to wake up had been emotionally heavy so maybe it was to be expected to feel too light when that stress was gone.
*Sanji lit a cigarette and strolled slowly to the galley enjoying the smoke like he hasn't for days.*
The people who have thrown their lives in front of his to protect him was a list of exactally two. Zeff and to a lesser extent Luffy. He didn't care for people fighting his battles so he could live. It made him feel powerless. And guilty. And obligated. And grateful. And DAMMIT yes he could admit to feeling a bit of admiration for those people too. Annoying!
To have Zoro be added to the list so suddenly and unexpectedly, threw him for a loop. Especially since he'd been feeling that bond of antagonistic friendship kind of subtly tighten almost too tightly to ignore recently. Zoro was a friend. An annoying friend that trained too hard and looked too good doing it. An annoying friend so different and focused that he should be lucky to have that friendship at all. Anything that could jepordise that needed to be shoved carefully aside.
He perfered girls anyway. Usually. Shit.
He had been in a pit of his own thoughts and guilt since he carried Zoro back onto the ship. If he could have done anything differently. If he should have.
He could barely think of anything else.
Normally he felt like the kind father of the strawhats, cooking, feeding, and looking out for the rest of the crew. But he had been so distracted with this overwhelming guilt and worry he was doing a piss poor job trying to keep everyone up beat or distracted from Zoro's condition.
Thank god they picked up Brook.
Still new to the crew and an entertainer by trade and purpose, Brook distracted everyone nicely. Even him, reminding him to eat, when he had forgotten and playing a cheery tune when he cooked for everyone but Zoro.
That Brook knew the truth eased the burden a bit too.
Chopper said it would be a week. This was Zoro though. Like hell the bastard would llsten. Anytime he would pop up and prove he hadn't just died. That Sanji's attempt to save him and Luffy while failed, hadn't fatally done so. All he had to do was wait for it.
He waited.
The marimo woke up. He vented his frustration and left before any stupid mistakes could from the relief of him being okay for sure.
He was relieved and it was quickly blooming into happiness.
*Sanji starts pulling things from the fridge with a genuine grin.*
A nice fresh summer soup that could be served hot or cold would be the perfect thing to welcome Zoro back to the world of the living.
He better damn stay here this time.
He smirked at the image that popped in his head of Zoro being given a massive group hug and comically flailling his bandaged arms and legs. Hilarious. Seeing the imaginary infurated blush of the swordsman made him grin even larger. Hilarious and kind of Adorable, a word he wouldn't dare use for the marimo in normal circumstances. *
If I had waited, I could have probably thrown my arms my arms around the idiot with the rest of the crew and it would only be a little weird. I convayed how damn pissed I was at the moron pretty well but the relief that he's okay? Well it looked like he got it but i feel like i'm brimming over with this shitty relief. I almost feel like skipping to the galley. Ridiculous!
Then again these days of waiting for Zoro to wake up had been emotionally heavy so maybe it was to be expected to feel too light when that stress was gone.
*Sanji lit a cigarette and strolled slowly to the galley enjoying the smoke like he hasn't for days.*
The people who have thrown their lives in front of his to protect him was a list of exactally two. Zeff and to a lesser extent Luffy. He didn't care for people fighting his battles so he could live. It made him feel powerless. And guilty. And obligated. And grateful. And DAMMIT yes he could admit to feeling a bit of admiration for those people too. Annoying!
To have Zoro be added to the list so suddenly and unexpectedly, threw him for a loop. Especially since he'd been feeling that bond of antagonistic friendship kind of subtly tighten almost too tightly to ignore recently. Zoro was a friend. An annoying friend that trained too hard and looked too good doing it. An annoying friend so different and focused that he should be lucky to have that friendship at all. Anything that could jepordise that needed to be shoved carefully aside.
He perfered girls anyway. Usually. Shit.
He had been in a pit of his own thoughts and guilt since he carried Zoro back onto the ship. If he could have done anything differently. If he should have.
He could barely think of anything else.
Normally he felt like the kind father of the strawhats, cooking, feeding, and looking out for the rest of the crew. But he had been so distracted with this overwhelming guilt and worry he was doing a piss poor job trying to keep everyone up beat or distracted from Zoro's condition.
Thank god they picked up Brook.
Still new to the crew and an entertainer by trade and purpose, Brook distracted everyone nicely. Even him, reminding him to eat, when he had forgotten and playing a cheery tune when he cooked for everyone but Zoro.
That Brook knew the truth eased the burden a bit too.
Chopper said it would be a week. This was Zoro though. Like hell the bastard would llsten. Anytime he would pop up and prove he hadn't just died. That Sanji's attempt to save him and Luffy while failed, hadn't fatally done so. All he had to do was wait for it.
He waited.
The marimo woke up. He vented his frustration and left before any stupid mistakes could from the relief of him being okay for sure.
He was relieved and it was quickly blooming into happiness.
*Sanji starts pulling things from the fridge with a genuine grin.*
A nice fresh summer soup that could be served hot or cold would be the perfect thing to welcome Zoro back to the world of the living.
He better damn stay here this time.